Brittney

Just as she puts the palm of her opened hand against your stiffening cock you realize that the woman next to you is Brittney, and from the way in which she has begun rubbing you through your pants you’re guessing that she isn’t here for a nice chat.

“What are you doing?” You ask, realizing how silly the question is even as you’re uttering it, and hurriedly add “Shouldn’t you be keeping lookout?”

Brittney’s body feels soft and lovely as she thrusts it against yours, her ample chest pressing against your chest while the one of her hands which isn’t currently busy making you hard as a rock is sliding over your pants-clad ass.

“Relax”, Brittney tells you, and you can now feel how she’s begun undoing your pants, “Ashley’s doing that now.”

Even if you would have thought off looking over at the spot where you last saw Ashley as you settled for a few more hours of sleep, Brittney makes sure that you don’t by pushing you over from your side to your back, and then mounts you just above your waist, her slit now placed against your shirt, tiny dabs of her wetness staining the garment’s dirty surface.

With Brittney straddling you like that you get a chance to look at her in a way which you haven’t been able to do previously, to ogle her after you first met would have been wrong and since then you’ve been haunted by a persistent sense of danger which only subsided after you killed Marcus.
Maybe you should feel guilty about that, but it seems like killing people gets easier, particularly since you’ve only had to do it in self-defence. Or maybe you’re just storing all your guilt about it somewhere so that it can come back and haunt you later.

All such thoughts about killing people and how it’ll effect in the long-term are lost to you however when Brittney yanks open your trousers to free you cock, which comes prodding upwards to smack softly against the narrow cleft separating her full buttocks.

Flashing you a killer-smile, Brittney begins to gently grind her ass against your member while leaning down over you, her lips coming ever closer to your mouth as a kiss which you have no doubts will be very fiery draws nearer.

“Wait”, your voice is so low that it’s barely a whisper, but it’s enough for Brittney to make notice of it, and the curvaceous blonde draws to a complete stop, her lips now merely a few inches from yours.

By now, Brittney has positioned herself on top of you so that the puffy lips of her sex are pushed apart ever so slightly by the trunk of your dick, and you wouldn’t be lying if you said that the “What?” which she shots out contains a fair bit of impatience.

“Your sister”, you continue speaking weakly as you turn your head somewhat towards the corner where Erin is currently huddled up, the petite but buxom redhead stirring in her sleep and thereby causing her blanket, in which she has wrapped herself, to move a tiny bit, “we shouldn’t wake her.”

You’re unwilling to make an explicit referral to the **** which has left Erin bruised and battered, particularly since Brittney went through a similar ordeal, even if you interrupted the whole unseemly affair before she could be as badly hurt as her sister.

“You’re right”, Brittney agrees and rapidly dismounts you, “let’s go outside.”